• In a world of s**t,
    Where you're judged on how you see things.
    I get drunk off alcohol,
    So I don't have to deal with feelings.

    People say to me,
    "Why are you the way your are?"
    I smoke my cigarettes,
    So I can regulate my breathing.
    I take heroin at night,
    Cos it helps me with my sleeping.

    I know they're in my head,
    I can hear them when I'm crying.
    They always say to me,
    "You're just one step closer to dying."

    I wish they'd go away,
    Can't they see the pain I'm feeling?"
    I slowly drink my bleach,
    So it can stop my heart from beating...